Wounded
Kopaka glided down Mount Ihu. He had caught it. The poison. He knew he was going to die. It was only a matter of time. He'd wait. He'd be patient. He tried to show he was stronger than the rest of the Toa, let them think he was alright. But as soon as he got beck into his hut, he'd collapse, gasp for breath, and faint. He hated it.
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneath my skin
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
"Sister," Kopaka turned to Gali who had been saying her goodbyes to the remaining Toa, "may I confide in you?" The Toa of Water blinked.
"Of course. Tell me what is troubling you, my brother?" Gali looked at him, waiting for him to answer.
"You know of the poison correct?"
"Yes, brother, I know of it." She frowned. "It has already taken two of brothers, have forgotten so quickly, or are you just ignoring the fact that Tahu is gone? How could you forget Onua? What has he ever done to anger you?"
"Sister! Be at ease. I have not forgotten, nor could I ever do so."
"Then what is it about the poison that troubles you so?"
He looked at her with sad eyes.
"I have gotten it, sister, I am it's next victim."
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Gali backed away as if he were some horrid monster.
"H-how? How is it possible? Now you..."
"But there is something I must tell you before I get much worse."
She looked at him walking back over to him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"It is about Ta— gah!" He collapsed.
"Brother!" she cried out in fear. "Pohatu! Lewa! Takanuva! Anybody! Please! It is Kopaka!"
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed
Kopaka woke up in a bed. That was all he knew. The air was warm, the ceiling was green.
He sat up and looked about. He was in Ga-Koro. A spare hut. His shield and sword near his bed. Paper and quill was on the desk across the room. He sighed and scratched something down.
The Toa of Ice picked up his deadly blade and positioned it to his heartlight. He plunged the blade in.
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me
'Gali, Lewa, Pohatu, Takanuva,
I am so sorry. This poison. It's haunting. I
fear for you all to never have such pain as
mine. All of you, you are so important to me.
I love you all. I know Tahu and Onua do
as well.
Lewa stay kind and free.
Pohatu watch over them for me.
Takanuva don't be afraid to be yourself.
Gali, you have been the kindest to me,
to you I say the message I was sworn to
secrecy by Tahu. He loved you more
than you could have ever imagined.
I love you all.
Kopaka.'
So you came along
I'll push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cause I need someone to help me
Oh I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Pohatu clenched his fists as he stood before the three memorials of his brothers'. Gali, Lewa, and Takanuva stood at his side. Gali was leaning on Takanuva for support, she was drained of her strength from morning over another loss.
"This battle... I wish it would stop." He said, allowing wet tears to stream down his mask.
"It is unbeatable." Gali croaked. "It caused Kopaka to..." She stopped short afraid that it would curse her to say the rest of the sentence.
"Then we will stop fighting it. See what it does."
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up
Song: Wounded
By: Good Charlotte